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Poem

Robert Perišić

it is an American colony, a little island in the sea

it is an American colony, a little island in the sea
dog keeping eyes closed
I'm describing some distant relative, nothing in the harbor, I'm watching the ice
 
cubes, they keep melting
Louis talks about MOSAD, where he heard about it
fingers lukewarm, like tobacco
You can't do anything in this weather
I recount what happened to us, but he
does not remember 
we are sailing in little boats, me, Louis and his brother
and we are very clumsy
 
sailing in little boats
me, Louis and his brother, he sleeps in the afternoon
 
the air around us eats chameleons
all is quiet  

it is an American colony, a little island in the sea

to je američka kolonija, mali otočić u moru
pas sklopljenih očiju
opisujem nekog svog rođaka, ništa u luci, gledam led
 
kocke, ne stignu se formirati
Louis spominje MOSAD, gdje je to čuo
prsti su mlaki, kao i duhan
Ništa se ne može raditi po ovakvom vremenu
pričam o tome što nam se dogodilo, ali on se
ne sjeća
vozimo male barke ja, Louis i njegov brat
i ide nam vrlo slabo
 
vozimo male barke
ja, Louis i njegov brat koji spava čitavo popodne
 
okolni zrak jede kameleone
mirno je
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it is an American colony, a little island in the sea

it is an American colony, a little island in the sea
dog keeping eyes closed
I'm describing some distant relative, nothing in the harbor, I'm watching the ice
 
cubes, they keep melting
Louis talks about MOSAD, where he heard about it
fingers lukewarm, like tobacco
You can't do anything in this weather
I recount what happened to us, but he
does not remember 
we are sailing in little boats, me, Louis and his brother
and we are very clumsy
 
sailing in little boats
me, Louis and his brother, he sleeps in the afternoon
 
the air around us eats chameleons
all is quiet  

it is an American colony, a little island in the sea

it is an American colony, a little island in the sea
dog keeping eyes closed
I'm describing some distant relative, nothing in the harbor, I'm watching the ice
 
cubes, they keep melting
Louis talks about MOSAD, where he heard about it
fingers lukewarm, like tobacco
You can't do anything in this weather
I recount what happened to us, but he
does not remember 
we are sailing in little boats, me, Louis and his brother
and we are very clumsy
 
sailing in little boats
me, Louis and his brother, he sleeps in the afternoon
 
the air around us eats chameleons
all is quiet  
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